Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil.
In the pitch-black world underground of the Underworld, countless Yin Souls gaze blankly, having forgotten the troubles of life and harboring no fear of death, forming a dotted River of Souls, continuously sinking into the boundless darkness.
Although it wasn't the first time he had seen it, Zhang Kui was still shocked by the sight before him, standing in silent awe, unable to speak for a long time.
After a while, Zhang Kui muttered to himself, "What joy in life, what fear in death, the sun and moon revolve, the stars fade away, even the Immortal King faces a day of demise. Perhaps longevity is but a dream illusion, only through understanding can one find true freedom..."
With that said, he shook his head slightly, and the ancient stone coffin of the Nether Soil moved silently forward, flowing along with the River of Souls towards the endless Nine Netherworld.
